It poured the day Laura was buried.
Out of guilt, Edward suggested a grand funeral.
Anastasia refused. In the end, she was the only one there.
She carried Laura’s urn, eyes empty, walking like a ghost through the cemetery.
The staff shivered just watching her grief.
Still, they understood her grief and didn’t disturb her.
She placed the urn on the grave she bought, leaned against the memorial photo, and closed her
eyes.
Soon, footsteps came closer. A shadow fell over her.
She looked up–straight into Priscilla’s mocking eyes.
Priscilla tilted her chin upward with smug satisfaction. “Now you see who really matters to Eddie. This is what you brought on yourself.”
Facing Laura’s killer, taunted again and again, Anastasia’s rage
burst.
She stood and slapped her with all her strength.
Priscilla froze, holding her cheek. Then she shrieked, “You hit me? Anastasia, how dare you hit me?”
Spoiled all her life, she had never been humiliated like this.
Her eyes brimmed with tears. Then she spotted the urn behind Anastasia.
She lunged, grabbed it, and smashed it to the ground.
The urn shattered. Ashes mixed with rain, vanishing into the air. What remained, she ground into mud with her foot.
“Aab-!”
The cry tore from Anastasia’s chest, soaked in despair.
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Sobbing, she knelt, trying to gather what little ashes were left.
She had spent so much to buy Laura a grave.
After settling the burial, a day had passed.
Tomorrow, she would leave.
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She had her new identity papers and her passport and had already contacted the lawyer handling her divorce.
While she was packing, Edward wrapped his arms around her waist, his voice panicked. “Honey, where are you going with your things?”
Her coldness these past days made his heart more restless than ever.
Was she leaving him? Did she know about him and Priscilla? Did she…..
He didn’t dare think further. Every possibility was unbearable.
One thing was clear–he could never accept Anastasia leaving him.
Anastasia looked at his face and forced a smile.
She freed one hand, signing, “I’m not going anywhere. I just might have to travel for work, so I’m packing.”
Having grown up with her, Edward knew she wasn’t telling the truth.
But he said nothing. He had already decided–he would make it up to her, treat her well, and never let Priscilla’s presence hurt her again.
He had neglected her lately. From now on, he would make it up to her.
“Anna, tomorrow’s your birthday. I’ve prepared a special gift for you. You’ll love it.
Anastasia froze, then smiled as she signed, “Really? I got you something too.”
Hearing that, Edward’s smile deepened. His earlier thoughts now felt ridiculous.
Anastasia had loved him since childhood–how could she ever leave him?
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That thought finally gave him peace, and he vowed to spend the rest of his life with her
But that night, Edward never came home.
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Meanwhile, Priscilla posted a photo on her Instagram–a tall figure, a smaller one, and a child holding their hands.
This time, Anastasia’s heart no longer ached.
She simply tapped “like.”
At dawn, light broke over the horizon.
The house was empty. No one noticed Anastasia had
gone.
She walked straight through the airport, dragging her suitcase, back straight, never once looking back.
From that moment on, Anastasia no longer existed.
And in her world, Edward would never appear again.
She was free.
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